The Beginning of Corruption
Obscene.
It was far too lewd, far too obscene.
Starting from the beads of sweat clinging to the snow-white neck revealed beneath her disheveled hair.
The firm yet soft female body that had begun to heat up, and her armpits exposed as her hands were bound above her head.
Her large, magnificent breasts—hard to believe they belonged to a goddess of virgins—now soaked in sweat, their contours clearly defined, and her abdomen, toned and elegantly sculpted by the hunt.
And finally, her pure, untouched pussy, which had already begun to seep with sticky nectar, forming a small pool.
...Gulp!
While every detail stimulated a man's desire for conquest to its peak, there was one final, crowning touch that nearly made me lose my own reason.
“Haa... haa...”
That face, always cold and haughty, was now melting sweetly, its deep hatred and sense of defeat replaced by an even greater pleasure and ecstasy.
Those black eyes, which had once looked upon men with contempt and ridicule, were now brimming with tears, unfocused and dazed as she gasped for air.
Here, the goddess of Olympus, the proud huntress, was no more.
There was only a toy—more trivial than Atalanta, more insignificant than Nesneria, and yet, for that very reason, all the more precious and divine.
-Squeeze!
“Hieee...!”
Following my own greed, following where my hands led, I wrapped my arms around her smooth belly and breasts, whispering quietly into her flushed ear.
“Don't think that I will cherish you like I do Atalanta or Nesneria.”
“Wha, whaa...?”
As I whispered that into the ear of Artemis, who hung limp with her head resting on my shoulder, a flicker of light returned to her vacant eyes as she demanded an explanation.
But what master explains himself to a toy held in his hand, a toy that is neither lover nor friend?
-Slide.
“Wa, wait! Not there!”
Artemis shrieked as my hand, stroking the abs clearly felt beneath her thin clothing, slowly descended.
“No, not there...!”
“You say that, yet you’re already soaked through. You truly are an obscene virgin goddess.”
Beneath the hem of her skirt—which was practically useless—the goddess’s thighs, tightly pressed together, were as damp as if a flood had just passed through.
As I slowly traced the wet trail with my fingers, stroking her snow-white skin, Artemis flinched, as if even that touch was too much to bear.
“Hut. Haa-uuut... It’s just... because it’s ticklish...”
“Ticklish, you say...”
Artemis made excuses, claiming she wasn't acting this way because she was lewd, but judging by her gasping, her body had already traveled between heaven and hell several times over.
“Then, it would only be natural for me to resolve that ticklishness, wouldn't it?”
“Huh?”
-Swoosh!
Like a snake that had discovered its prey, my rough hand dug into her valley.
“Hyaaaah?!”
Artemis, already trembling from the aftershocks of her recent climax, twisted her body as my hand struck her most vulnerable spot.
It was an attempt to avoid it, but that very resistance only allowed my hand to reach even deeper.
The touch that had intended to merely graze her lips now scraped the pearl that had peeked out with my fingernails.
“Hyak?!”
My finger then probed the hole that was already gushing sticky fluid like a spring.
“Hyaaaaaaang!!”
-Splurt!
Struck by the fatal blow, Artemis was forced to experience yet another pathetic climax at the hands of a man.
“Haa! Haa-aaak!”
“It’s only just begun. What will you do if you thrash about like that already?”
I pinned down Artemis, who was bucking like a wild horse—I wondered where she even found the strength—and continued to work my fingers.
-Squish, squelch, squish!
“Hieek! Haa-ueek!! Ugh, ugh-ugh!?”
A rough caress I would never use when sleeping with Atalanta or Nesneria.
It was not meant for the partner's climax or pleasure, but purely to trample her dignity and force her submission.
It was closer to torture than foreplay, and as the torture continued, Artemis devolved from a noble goddess into a beast gasping for pleasure.
“Kueeeut!!”
-Squelch!
Her noble clitoris, crushed and pinched into a mess.
-Squish, squelch, squish!
“Khyyaaaang!!”
Forcing open her pure pussy, which had clenched shut as if to reject my touch, and using my hand to violently breach her tightly constricting vaginal walls, Artemis climaxed over and over again, almost as if screaming.
Her reason had long since faded, and she couldn't even form proper words; all that spilled from her mouth were not pleas or refusals, but the flushed, heated moans of a cat in heat.
-Splurt! Splurt!
Every time a moan erupted, sandalwood-scented nectar gushed forth, leaving not only my hands but my lower body soaked as well.
I felt a faint smile tug at my lips, even as I broke into a cold sweat from my own throbbing member.
'I expected as much, but Artemis truly doesn't know how to handle this kind of stimulation.'
As I had confirmed earlier by stroking her lower abdomen, the power of the Eum-mun (Yin Seal) that had been eroding her body had weakened significantly.
I had thought there would be no way for her to undo or dispel it until I inscribed it myself, but looking back, Greece was a place filled with all sorts of unexpected miracles; if she had recovered in a sacred place where her own divinity, like Aphrodite's, was amplified, it wouldn't have been impossible.
“Huh... looks like you’ve been busy here and there, haven't you?”
Her resistance had lost its strength after successive climaxes, and her body was completely limp.
Judging by those eyes, melted sweetly into pleasure and ecstasy, it was finally time for the grand finale of the day.
“Wha, what are you sayiiing...”
“This, I mean this.”
-Poke!
“Kut!!”
As I slowly scratched the spot where the Eum-mun lay dormant with my fingernail, Artemis’s shoulders gave a small shudder.
“No matter how much you try to erase this, what will you do about the pleasure your body has already remembered?”
“No, no...”
Perhaps sensing the danger in my whisper, Artemis, who had been hanging limp, squirmed and tried to resist, but my final move had already begun.
“You have to admit it, Artemis. You truly are worthy of being the goddess of purity. To endure the pleasure of the Eum-mun with a clear mind, without even a small hand-trick.”
Since it was the first Eum-mun I had ever inscribed, I couldn't predict the outcome.
Calculated, it was a terrifying Eum-mun that would turn even a high-ranking female warrior into a bitch in an instant.
Even more, the more she tried to erase it, the more the backlash would have caused her to writhe in immense pleasure, as if her brain were being fried by electricity.
Yet, Artemis had overcome even that, purifying and weakening the demonic energy of the seal.
“But that became your undoing.”
Yes, the seal had weakened and the pleasure had subsided, but what about the lust that had been heating her body?
And I knew all too well how to exploit that opening.
“If you hadn't known pleasure from the start, it would be different, but you’ve ignited the desire you’ve ignored and killed for thousands of years.
And you even treated it as a curse, ignoring it.”
Once a monk gets a taste of meat, not even a bedbug is left in the temple.
Artemis, having tasted the ecstasy and pleasure of the flesh once, could never forget it, yet she had desperately pretended not to know.
The lust that had piled up and up eventually exploded again at my touch, giving me the decisive opening.
“Don't worry now. I will hold you.”
“Th, that’s impossible...”
As I slowly flowed my Shin-ma-gi (Divine Demonic Energy) along the Eum-mun felt at my fingertips, stroking her abdomen as if caressing her, Artemis’s body began to slowly go limp, as if a tangled thread were being unraveled.
“Hu, huh...?”
As if under a hypnotic spell, her body defied her own will and went completely slack; Artemis’s eyes went wide, but it was only for a moment.
Unlike before, as a deep, mellow pleasure slowly washed over her, her eyes lost their focus again and began to melt into a daze.
“Haa-uuu...?!”
As deep, profound demonic energy, incomparable to before, filled the Eum-mun that had faded due to her weakened strength.
The dominance of the Eum-mun, which had dug deep into her pure spiritual body, revived and began to consume Artemis.
“Pfft, Artemis. From the moment you were caught in my hands, you had already lost.”
From the moment Artemis was captured and her mind was distracted by the story of Apollo, she had already lost.
The reason I didn't mock her by mentioning the Eum-mun earlier was for this very reason.
“I didn't want you to turn your attention to the Eum-mun, so you wouldn't even think to prepare for it.”
“Ah, aaa...”
Artemis struggled desperately to hold onto her fading consciousness, but her body was already beyond her control, and she collapsed into my arms like water-soaked cotton.
At this moment.
The haughty goddess of the moon vanished from this place, and only a noble, sacred doll remained in my arms.
A doll that had no choice but to accept whatever I did, and no choice but to give whatever I wanted.
The goddess whom everyone worshipped and admired had been reduced to a mere doll, placed in the palm of my hand.
When I said Artemis had already lost the moment she accepted the bet, this was what I meant.
Once the Eum-mun is inscribed twelve times on the night of the full moon, when the Yin energy is at its fullest, Artemis, whose very mind is subordinated to me, will never be able to escape my grasp.
Her body and mind will both be consumed by my Shin-ma-gi, and as the days go by, she will suffer from such gasping withdrawal that her mind will collapse if she isn't touched by my hand.
Because of the Eum-mun that has already dug into her heart, she will become a doll that follows my commands without even realizing it.
'Artemis's attempt to erase and weaken the Eum-mun actually worked in my favor.'
If I had forcibly drained and refilled her energy, there was a risk that the Eum-mun I had painstakingly planted would weaken against Artemis's divinity.
But this clumsy goddess hadn't thought to break the vessel; she had simply driven out the demonic energy of the Eum-mun and left the vessel intact.
I only needed to fill the vessel with even deeper, more powerful Shin-ma-gi and strengthen that subordination.
“Actually, I worried a lot. Should I just take control with the Eum-mun from the start and reduce you to a doll?”
It was something one couldn't help but ponder if they held such a beautiful, helpless, and noble goddess in their hands.
However, I didn't just want a noble and divine doll.
What I wanted was a goddess and slave who was noble and high-reaching, yet knelt and completely submitted to my gestures.
Even if it took time, if I slowly eroded and eroded her like this, Artemis would eventually submit to me without even knowing it, and come to consider it natural.
And since that would be due to her own transformation, not a curse or spell, even if Hecate or Apollo came, they wouldn't be able to undo or solve it.
The haughty goddess of the moon.
Beautiful Artemis is being reduced to a true slave who only obeys and follows my words.
'Shall I test it once?'
“Artemis.”
As I whispered into her ear while lifting her limp body, Artemis, who had been hanging slack, wobbled and raised her head.
“Ugh. Ugh-uu..?”
“How do you feel right now?”
“Ho. Hooow...?”
Artemis, who had been swaying with dazed, unfocused eyes, soon smiled bashfully and answered.
“Good...♥”
“I feel all fuzzy... my chest is tingling, and my lower abdomen is ringing...”
“It feels good... good...”
In that appearance, smiling blankly with a face melted by pleasure, the haughty goddess of the crescent moon could not be found.
Complete disarmament, complete submission.
I had succeeded in completely covering her incomplete mind—filled with anxiety and pleasure—with pleasure, and breaking her completely.
Suppressing the urge to jump up and cheer, I whispered again, stifling my laughter.
“Shall I teach you how to feel even better?”
“Feeeel... even better...?”
Her reason gone, her pride crumbled, and intoxicated by the pleasure and ecstasy of the flesh, Artemis’s eyes sparkled at my words that she could feel even better.
“Good...♥”